Late Night Thoughts

It seems this month is devoid of any sleep — it fucking sucks. I feel tired but can’t for the life of me fall asleep. With that, here’s a poem.

I feel the coldest of nights,

Darkness all around and not yet fright,

A howl from the ear and eyes no sight,

To feel alone — temptations with my might,

Journey to the bottom and that’s alright,

Whistling in the open and til we fight,

Come and gone — maybe she was right,

I’m riding for one until I die…

Later world.

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